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The one positive aspect of their relationship, especially in private, was being able to look at her naked body, a far cry from his admittedly poor reaction when she returned his jacket at the elevator just down the hall from her front door.
She sauntered over to him, hips swaying, head down, eyes up, turning up her 'sexy volume' to the full-on wattage of a thousand.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll get to that. But hello? In case you haven't noticed, I'm totally naked, and you seem to have this annoying habit of ignoring my body. Sooo, is that all you really have to say?"
He circled around her, giving her a thorough visual examination, from head to toe.
"Well?" she asked.
"Are you expecting me to put out after our date?"
She was confused and a little disconcerted. "Uhm, yes?"
"Wow, saucy much ..."
"Hey, you're not getting all high-and-mighty with me, are you ..."
"I'm kidding; I'm kidding ... what is that one thing you always say to me? J/K?"
Instinctively, she folded her arms across her chest. "Oh my God, Henry ..."
"Eliza, this isn't casual, okay? This isn't a one-time deal, a one-night stand." He reached for her hands, holding them in his. "What's happening between us, it's the real thing."
"I know, Henry. I feel the same way, too."
"Good. I'm glad. And now that I'm looking at you, you're definitely right about one other thing ..."
"What's that?"
"The best of your physical features. Your butt is very nice. And I must admit your underbutt is especially pleasant, too ..."
She squealed excitedly. "You ... you noticed!"
"Of course, Eliza ..." A thought tickling his mind over the last hour had finally blossomed. "But you know what else I noticed?
"Yes?"
"I can tell you're serious ... about this ..." At her questioning look, he continued. "Because you don't have your phone in your hand ..."
She grinned and nodded, glad he took notice of that 'one little detail'.
"And while we're on the topic of my observations ..." Henry added. "Has anyone ever told you you have legs a mile long?"
"I've been observing you, too. I've been aware you've had your eyes on me and my legs for some time."
"I have a list of observations. Wanna hear `em?" He released their hands and held her around her waist, stroking and caressing her skin.
"Totes ..." She looped her arms around his neck.
"Your big smile on your lovely face is a window to what you're thinking and feeling, a window to something I feel I am highly privileged to look through and cherish what lies within. A window to your kind soul, generous heart, keen perception, and wonderful intuition ..."
"Do go on ..." She was enjoying sparring with him and having him 'unclothe' her verbally.
"And I see ..." he took a peek downwards. ".. that the carpet matches the drapes ..."
Eliza blinked. And she blinked again. "Henry ... did you ... did you just say what I think you just said?!"
"Not gonna lie ... so it's gotta be true ..." To contrast his daring words, the look on his face bordered on adoration.
"But it's so unlike you ... O-M-G, I love it ... especially when you let loose and have some fun ..."
"That's why you're here to push me ..." He smiled, but faltered when he realized where they were. "Uh ... we're still in your kitchen ..."
"I know, but ssssssh ..." She pressed her fingers to his lips, and turned his earlier phrase back on him. "Less talking, more stripping ..."
"Okay ..." He reached for her hand, and they wandered out of the kitchen and into her living room. "But I think I need your help ... it's only fair ..."
Eliza stepped forward and carefully lifted his shirt through his arms, trailing her fingertips from his waist, up his chest, across his arms and hands, trailing away from his fingers. He closed his eyes and hissed, forcing her to look at him, the powerful effect her touch was having on him.
This wasn't just anybody, she thought. Not some guy she picked up at a club or recently Freddy. This was Henry. Her Henry. I'm doing this to him ... he's making those sounds because of me ...
He unbuckled his belt, unfastened the top button, and pushed his jeans down to his naked feet. Down to his underpants, he already felt exposed. Eliza nudged his jeans to the couch with her feet. Regarding first his feet, she walked around him again, giving him the full Eliza gaze. Coming back around, she put her finger on his smooth naked chest, trailing her finger down his skin; down, down, down to the waistband. She pulled the waistband out towards her, and she looked down to take a peek inside. She liked what she saw, a little sexy side grin to complete the picture.
"Eliza!"
She quickly put her free hand on his mouth. He closed his eyes, turned on by her aggressive move. For sometime now, blood flow had already been going to the right places, but her bold confidence was pure sex in a bottle. Her sexy unleashed was rocking his cock, out and hard.
Pointing in the right direction. And if he leaned ever closer, the right destination ...
She watched him, then back up to his face, reflected very much in her own with a mixture of arousal and approval.
"Well well, Henry; it's true after all. You do have big feet ..."
"Okay then ..." blushed Henry.
Eliza put her hands on her hips, and looked at him with equal parts affection and challenge in her eyes. She realized those very same parts helped define the way they felt about each other. But above all, she felt like a rockstar champion. "What, no smart comeback? Cat got your tongue?"
"No no, I was just thinking ...," as he grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her up against him. "I was thinking I'm hungry now ..."
Tables had quickly turned, and the rosy blush on her cheeks was the immediate impact. She could play this game very well, too. She was horny as hell, and god help her, she would not be denied. "You just ate ... how can you possibly be hungry?"
"I wanna eat ... you ..." He could plainly see what she wanted in her eyes. He pulled down his underpants and kicked them aside.
"Hen-r-y-y-y-y ... but only if you're good ..." She reached down and cupped him.
"God .... but what if I don't wanna be good ..."
"Heelllooooo, my name is Eliza. Who are you, and what have you done with Henry?"
He laughed, prompting her to lean in for a kiss.
"Eliza, wait ... " She released him, as he placed his hands on her shoulders. "I want to say this, I have to say it ... you're the most extraordinary woman I've ever met, whose beauty is unmatched ..."
Eliza giggled. "Oh Henry, you did it again ..."
"Huh?"
"You called me beautiful ... even if it was indirect ... again ..."
"Eliza, please, I'm trying to bare my soul here ..."
"So you're exposing yourself to me?" Eliza said with a knowing look, revisiting that old conversation.
Henry nodded. "Okay yes, I'm exposing myself to you: body and soul. Point bees, I want this. I want you. I said it before, and I'll say it again. You are the most important person in my life. And tonight, I'm going to show you how I really feel ... how much I love you."
"I want you, too. I want you to show me. And I love you, too ..."
Over the next hour, they had sex on her couch; so swift and fierce and passionate the coupling, it had been difficult to distinguish between soft biting and hard fucking. In the second hour, they had moved into her bedroom, and began making love. They exchanged very few words; the most common of which were their respective names. During one break in the action, he voiced the thought aloud that he'd been putting his naked butt on every piece of her furniture, and he wondered if she had already done the same when she stayed at his place. She coyly said 'no', but hoped she'd have a chance to do so in the very near future.
She was slowly realizing an important truth. What had begun as a normal course of seduction as a route to the 'lust and the thrust' had transformed into lovemaking. It had all been months in the making: from business relationship, to fast friends; best friends to an actual breathing relationship. The significance was enormous. That this between them was meaningful. That they were on the verge on the "big and awesome."
In between rounds five and six, they lay next to each other in her bed for a good long breather, judging by the trouble they were having getting words out.
"Mmmm ... god ... Henry ... you always ... smell ... so good ... always ... thought ... you .. taste good ... too ..."
"Love ... how you touch ... can't stop ... Eliza ... want ... more ... of you ... "
A few minutes later, she leaned over, propped up on an elbow and studying his face. "Okay, I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but could we not have sex for a little while? I'm not saying 'no more'; I'm saying ... 'later' ..."
He opened one eye. "Yeah ... okay ... sure ... God, I think I'm feelin' my age ... because I think you've just about killed me with sex ..."
"Aww, Henry ..." She put her hand on his heart. "No one's ever said that to me before. The way things are going, I'm gonna be making you bacon and waffles in the morning. But we still have more ... I want more ..."
"Anyone ever tell you you're demanding when you're hot and horny?"
"Oh, it's possible ... ya got somethin' else to say about that?"
"Only how much I hope to test how truly effective your Kegel exercises are, and how much I hope we fuck each other good to make it worthwhile ..."
"Uh, wow. Clarify?"
"Worthwhile to bacon and waffles. And you being here with me right now? Always worthwhile; don't ever forget that ..."
"Thank you ..." she replied in a small breathy voice.
"You're welcome."
He sat up, his back propped on her many colorful pillows. A comfortable quiet descended on them, as they simply gazed at each other. He reached up and brushed aside matted strands of hair from her face.
"I'm going to get a drink of water, Eliza. Did you want a beverage, too?"
"God ..."
"What is it?"
"I'm never gonna look at you in the same way ever again. Even when you're asking me a simple question, the way you look at me ... god ... #thestruggle #loveandsexwithmybestfriend ..."
"It's good to know I've had some small positive effect on you ..."
"Sooooo unfair! And yes, I'd like a drink, too ..."
While he went to get their drinks, she got up and fetched her phone. Shuffling into the living room, she plopped onto her couch, sitting cross-legged. She typed and sent out a tweet, indicating a change in her status: from 'sexy and single' to 'deep in love'. It didn't surprise her when her claim to the Internet subsequently imploded. She didn't care; all she wanted was tell as many as people as possible that she was ... happy.
He returned with two glasses of water, and saw she was on her phone.
You can take the phone away from Eliza, but no one's going to take Eliza from the phone ...
Many minutes had passed before Eliza realized something different in the air. Finally, she looked up from her phone to find Henry sitting next to her and regarding her very intently.
"Oh!"
"Soooooo ... what about now?" Henry gave her his best smolder.
"God, Henry ... stop it!"
"You get turned on when I look at you that way, don't you?"
"Totally. And it's clear you've been looking at me for months, so I know I turn you on, too."
"Yes, guilty as charged."
"So, what's another sexual turn-on for you?" She genuinely wanted to know; she put her phone down next to the lamp and water glasses on her end table. She picked up a glass and guzzled down the water.
"Seafood," Henry replied. "Specifically: mussels; more specifically: 'moules frites'." He'd become especially fond of "mussels and fries" when he visited Belgium as part of the European trip a number of years ago.
At hearing 'mussels', Eliza remembered the time she was trying to convince Henry (and herself) how Corynn McWatters could be a good role model.
That was sooo not a good idea. Good thing Henry was around ...
She looked at him pointedly. "Mussels? 'Where they at? Where the mussels at, Henry? Huh? Huh? Wheah the mussels aaaaat ...'"
He laughed. "Good burn. Now, I realize we're both still naked. So ... uh ... I was thinking ..."
"Okaaaaaaay ... what's going on in that devious mind of yours?"
"Meeeee, devious? Deviant, maybe; dirty, certainly. I was thinking: would you like to give me that lapdance now?"
"Why yes ..." She quickly adjusted her position on the couch and sat on his lap, straddling his legs. "I woooouuuuld ..."
"Well then, I'm right here." Henry grabbed and moved her hand where she could feel him twitch. She wiggled her ass and hips, and gyrated for full sexual performance. She reached down and grasped his cock and began touching him, slowly, agonizingly, deliberately along the length, and squeezing a little more at the head. A little faster, a little slower, a little rotation in her hand's slide, up and then down ...
He closed his eyes at the way she was making him feel.
"Oh my God ...," Eliza squeaked. "I gotta say it ... you look ... like ... super amazing, Henry ..."
"It's all you, Eliza," he breathed out. He opened his eyes and took a peek down below. "And what you're doing to me ... shiiiiit ..."
"I never would've imagined you soooo could talk dirty. I didn't think you even had those words in your vocabulary." She leaned back from a little so she could use both her hands: cup and stroke him at the same time.
"There are some things you don't know about me ..."
"Oh yeah? Try me ..."
"Oh, I will, Eliza: I'm definitely gonna try you ..." He shifted in her hands, just enough wriggle room to free his hand, and reached down to touch her.
She exhaled. "And then what?"
"Just maybe ... maybe ... we'll fuck some more ..." He began teasing her, probing her, and inserted a finger while his thumb began to make little circular motions.
"God dammit, what are you doing to me, Henry ..."
"Shit, Eliza, what are you doing ..."
Their arousal had climbed to critical intensity. He watched her; she was breathing rapidly. She closed her eyes for a moment to control her breathing.
"Fuck this," she breathed. "I want you ... in me ..."
She hovered above him. His hands were on her waist, she reached down to grasp him and to guide him home. When he slipped inside, they cried out with relief.
"Look at me ... " he begged.
Every jerk. Every thrust. Every move was met with a deep stilted breath. And another. Followed by another. Eyes on the other, crashing against each other.
"It ... it feels ... like I'm fly ... falling ... like ... the same time ... " She could barely speak the words, barely recognizing the difference between pleasure and love.
Her fire met his smolder, her lips took his breath; she gave him her love.
"I'm here ... hold on ... Eliza ... hang on ..." he stammered, hot and slow into her ear.
"I ... I can't ... don't ... stop ..." she breathed, on top, her red locks hanging and swinging from her face. "Baby, don't ... stop ... never stop ... don't ... leave me ..."
He just had enough strength to stop, and looking directly into her eyes, he whispered eight decisive words.
"I'm here, my dear ... come for me, Eliza ..."
Only one conclusion tonight.
Only one inevitable conclusion.
On for tonight.
They screamed each other's name in a holy prayer, inviting the little death in the present, chasing away shadows of the past. Sweat mingled with breath, arms tangled with legs, they clung to each other, as their well-being depended on their vital connection. They murmured sweet words to each other; the sound of their breathing inside and the steady pitter-patter of the light rain outside lulled them quietly into sleep.
They held on for dear life, held on for tonight, on towards morning light.